If it's any consolation, the Inquisitor seems fond of mining the stuff, even when it's of no use to us. "One can never have too much ore," is her motto. Or it would be, if she cared to have one.
[ He says it as he's striding toward the main hall, and along the way, there are more than a few men and women who stop to observe the newcomer -- some more subtle than others. ]
Eating metal as easily as one might eat bread? Hardly so. Unless, of course, you'd like to include illusionists in traveling acting troupes, which I doubt you would.
I’d like ta see some circus act do this. [ He holds up a hand, letting his cloak sip down this elbow. His hand, very much flash and bone, suddenly transforms into an iron spike. Welcome to the wonderful, if somewhat disturbing, world of dragon slayer magic, Dorian. ]
[ Dorian, naturally, is goddamned fascinated, while those nearby are horrified. There might even be a few muffled cries of alarm. ]
How does that work, exactly? The tomes I found were quite vague on the topic. Transmutation, clearly, but is it, perhaps, a form of alchemy? An illusion, maybe?
Nah, it's real iron. [ He reaches out and clanks it against the castle wall for emphasis, before his hand changes back ] Dragon Slayer magic can only be taught by a dragon. I ain't surprised it wasn't in your books.
Well. Most of the dragons I've encountered or heard about grow inexplicably hostile when approached. Perhaps they find the drawn weapons and grimacing faces unpleasant.
[ It’s at that point that Gajeel stops absolutely dead in his tracks. When he speaks, his tone is low, level and cautious. ] When did you encounter a dragon?
[ Dorian stops as well, turning to face the other man; there's a wariness in his gaze, though his tone doesn't change in the slightest. ]
A month or two ago, perhaps three. There are several wandering around aimlessly in Emprise du Lion, alone. Quite hostile, actually. Rather fond of attacking trade caravans.
Perhaps your dragons found their way to Thedas after encountering one too many Dragon Slayers in your land. They're not common, exactly, but it's not unheard of to spot one flying overhead.
[ He raises an eyebrow, then continues walking. This isn't the type of conversation one should have with curious onlookers marveling at the appearance of the strange man speaking with the suspected blood mage. ]
Mm, afraid not. Mostly they're rather busy breathing fire in my general direction the moment I step foot into the vicinity.
[ He casts a look at Gajeel over his shoulder. ]
That's a general "I," by the way. My preference would be to give the things a wide berth. Marvelous creatures, of course, but their penchant for setting carts and caravans aflame can leave something to be desired.
[ That's a little on the nose. Or on the snout, as it were. ]
I expect your friend the dragon didn't leave so much as a missive, then.
He was sapient, then? In my experience, dragons seem little more than beasts. Fascinating and lethal and beautiful, to be sure, but their mental faculties seem no more impressive than a common bear's.
Perhaps our dragons are merely your dragons' oft-ignored inbred cousins. It would logically follow, given their inexplicable acts of rage, should someone so much as place a toe in their territory.
[ During this time, Dorian has led him through the main hall (to further curious glances and whispers from soldiers and nobles alike), up a set of stone steps, to a corridor lined with doors. Evidently the private quarters. ]
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[ He says it as he's striding toward the main hall, and along the way, there are more than a few men and women who stop to observe the newcomer -- some more subtle than others. ]
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Good ta hear. Wouldn't want me goin' hungry, after all.
[ He doesn't know what all Makarov put in his letter about what he can do, but they're bound to find out one way or another. ]
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That wasn't an exaggeration, then. You-- actually eat metal. Truly.
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I’d like ta see some circus act do this. [ He holds up a hand, letting his cloak sip down this elbow. His hand, very much flash and bone, suddenly transforms into an iron spike. Welcome to the wonderful, if somewhat disturbing, world of dragon slayer magic, Dorian. ]
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How does that work, exactly? The tomes I found were quite vague on the topic. Transmutation, clearly, but is it, perhaps, a form of alchemy? An illusion, maybe?
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A month or two ago, perhaps three. There are several wandering around aimlessly in Emprise du Lion, alone. Quite hostile, actually. Rather fond of attacking trade caravans.
Will this be a problem?
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Perhaps your dragons found their way to Thedas after encountering one too many Dragon Slayers in your land. They're not common, exactly, but it's not unheard of to spot one flying overhead.
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I wasn't aware dragons were capable of teaching.
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[ He casts a look at Gajeel over his shoulder. ]
That's a general "I," by the way. My preference would be to give the things a wide berth. Marvelous creatures, of course, but their penchant for setting carts and caravans aflame can leave something to be desired.
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[ like, duh, Dorian. Keep up. ] When I see Metalicana again, I'm gonna knock 'im upside the head for ditching me. Asshole.
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[ That's a little on the nose. Or on the snout, as it were. ]
I expect your friend the dragon didn't leave so much as a missive, then.
He was sapient, then? In my experience, dragons seem little more than beasts. Fascinating and lethal and beautiful, to be sure, but their mental faculties seem no more impressive than a common bear's.
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Then you got a whole other breed of dragon flyin' around. Damn. Guess I won't be solvin' that mystery while I'm here.
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Perhaps our dragons are merely your dragons' oft-ignored inbred cousins. It would logically follow, given their inexplicable acts of rage, should someone so much as place a toe in their territory.
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But I ain’t here for dragons anyway. I’m here ‘cause you guys got holes in the sky.
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That we do. And in overabundance.
[ During this time, Dorian has led him through the main hall (to further curious glances and whispers from soldiers and nobles alike), up a set of stone steps, to a corridor lined with doors. Evidently the private quarters. ]
I believe the furthest room is unoccupied.